Marcus finished up from work a bit early, eager to get to the party, see his long lost grandfather and see the surprise that awaited him at the mansion but he had to do something first.Before he went back home, he chose to get a gift for his grandfather. He had overheard that the man had a liking for antiquities from his father and Eric's conversation once before. So, he decided what better gift to give when you're meeting someone for the first time. Plus, he wanted to make a good impression. His car pulled up in front of a building that he had seen sometimes while he was on his way home. It was an antique store. Just the name alone confirmed that.Antique's and all.Marcus parked and got down from his car. He made sure to take his black card with him just to cover any extra cost he might incur. At least this was something that he could comfortably spend a lot of money on.He entered the building, the ringing bell above the door signifying that there was a new customer. The inside o

"Rachel, this is my grandson Marcus. Marcus, this is Rachel Allison Blythe , your soon to be wife."Both Marcus and Rachel stared at Elias incredulously forcing themselves to believe that what he was saying was a joke but their hopes were shattered when Elias spoke again."Before any of you say anything this has been what both your father's and I wanted to happen and although Bruce couldn't make it today, due to his medical condition, he wanted me to break the news to you both."Standing before him was the daughter of the legendary businessman Bruce Blythe and the current CEO of a rival company, Blythe Conglomerate. They should have been talking strategy or a compromise but here they were, speaking about a potential marriage when they could be sharing ideas and business plans on how to get their company to grow. The Blythes were one of the most powerful business families in the world, the Wei’s being behind only them in the city of New York. Unfortunately, Bruce Blythe was not doing w

Marcus sat up in the bed feeling a bit worn down. His alarm clock read 12: 21pm. He had slept for so long but he didn't really feel rested throughout the night. He stood up as he used his hand to somewhat arrange his bed hair. It wasn't a work day so he went through the motions of most of his mornings by having a bath, brushing his mouth and putting on some clothes within the time frame of an hour and thirty minutes. Once he was done he was able to go through his phone. He sat on his bed and turned on his phone. To his surprise he go a text message from his grandfather.Meet me at The Opal restaurant in Soho by 1:00pm for lunch. We need to talk about last night. Marcus sighed but got up from the bed. He somehow expected them to have a talk about the arranged marriage. No doubt his grandfather was going to try and convince him to go along with it but he was determined to get the man to see his own point of view. He wasn't ready to get married to anyone in the nearest future. He chang

Marcus jumped into his car and drove out of the mansion grounds, wanting to be anywhere but near his family. His mood had gone from somewhat okay to bad in a matter of minutes and his anger only kept on building up by the second. He had to let it all out before he was going to blow and what better way than to do what he loved.Marcus pulled up to a building that had the words 'MAX GAMING CENTRE'. The building was covered from head to toe in graphics and characters from various games, most of them already played by Marcus before he stopped to focus on work. He got out of his car and walked into the building. Nostalgia hit him as he saw the various gaming spaces in the place and heard their fight sounds. The names of several games stuck out and made him smile a bit as they were connected to a good time he had once or twice in the past while some made him frown as they were connected to the time when he was still in that dreaded Wong mansion.Whether the games brought back good memories

"Does this Davon fellow have anything to do with the way you're blushing?" Marcus asked her, his brows going up. Rachel eyed him, her mouth in a taut line before she replied. "Even though you saved me you should mind your business sometimes."Marcus raised his hands in the air in mock surrender, her words not really doing much to him. He only tried to make small conversation but he guessed that Rachel was just not the person to do that with. "I don't really care." He retorted, matching her energy. “I'm just trying to find out how the drug got into your system. I'm trying to help you. If we got my family involved it could help too."Marcus didn't want to really speak to his family as of now but if helping someone live was on the line then he would do it. Even if that person was Rachel. Rachel pouted but in the end relinquished the information that Marcus wanted."I think it was put in a drink. I didn't even drink it myself." She murmured the last part to herself."What?" Marcus que